A brief-yet-ongoing journal of all things Carmi. You'll laugh, you'll cry, you'll reach for your mouse to click back to Google. But you'll be intrigued. And you'll feel compelled to return following your next bowl of oatmeal. With brown sugar. And milk.

Hey Dad, take a picture of me running and jumping in the swimming pool...Hey Dad, my ice cream cone's dripping...Hey Dad, look at the fireflys...Hmmmm....summer vacation....it won't be long....hmmmm...not very long...

re: the obit... unless you're desperate to get rid of the apartment, I'd probably ignore the request.. just pretend it didn't happen lol... don't usually do that sort of thing, or unless these people are known for their artful social skills (I know a few people who are naturally like that), than you take that into consideration.HTH's!

Oh Carmi he is precious I always loved to watch ours sleep too" Dad why are you watching me? Dad ? Dad? I guess you can't hear me? Must have something to do w/ age -- I wonder if you stop dreaming when you get older? I hope not --"

Thanks for visiting and leaving such a wonderful comment on my 200th Post at Small Reflections. Once I’d written it I wasn’t sure I should share it as ‘Wordless Wednesday’ …(since it’s anything but), however I wanted to acknowledge all my ‘virtual’ friends and acquaintances and figured only those who had time (and/or cared) would do more than look at the image ;--)

This photo is preciously priceless! Who knows what little boys dream of?

I enjoyed the 'link' to your 'signs' photo too ;--)Hugs and blessings,

I sometimes watch my thirteen-year old when she sleeps--just to remind myself of her innocence. Her rolling eyes and sarcastic mouth disappear into a baby's face once again--long eyelashes rest on rosy cheeks, eyebrows relaxed, mouth still.

I have two boys, grown now, 20 and 21. When they were little, all they seemed to think about was how they could save the world. Their imagination and their world of warriors gave me lessons unimaginable. I love this photo, it brings me back to those days of little boys and the life of imaginations.

My Mother always said that when children sleep, they play with the Angels. I truly believe they do.

My Dear Daughter is almost 24. She works nights, yesterday she came over after work and went to sleep in my bed. I peeked in on her, brushed her hair from her forehead and just gazed at how peaceful and beautiful she looked. Once again she appeared to be that very small child I stared at so many years ago. It was an unforgetable moment for me.Thank You for sharing your son with us. :-)Blessings,Kimmie

That is precious! I would say all kids look like angels when they sleep, but I once babysat for an 8 year old girl who slept with her eyes open. It totally freaked me out every time - especially the first time when I thought she was dead... 8-)